Renting out a room

"What? Oh, sure. Yeah," I agreed with a hard swallow. "That's, uh, my wife is doing that, er, I mean it's her…thing. Yeah."

"Who is it, Dave?" my wife called from the kitchen.

"Um, it's someone for the apartment," I replied, clearing my throat. I still hadn't introduced myself or even asked the girl to step inside.

"Oh! Well, can you show it to him? I'm still cleaning up in here."

"It's a wo…" My horny male instincts changed my mind. Eve didn't need to know the person was a girl, a young and very attractive woman. "Sure. I'll handle it, dear."

"Dave?" Stacy was still smiling and the amused look on her face told me this wasn't the first time a man had fallen all over himself in front of her.

"Yeah. Sorry, I'm…Dave." I shrugged and wondered if my face looked as red as it felt. "I'll, uh...I'll show you the apartment. Let's go this way."

I decided to take Stacy around the outside of the house, rather than through the kitchen. My brain just wasn't working right and in my defense I'll say I had no plans for cheating on my wife. Obviously I was totally in love with Eve, this was just a man thing. It's in our DNA. The desire just to look at a pretty girl and be close to her, even if you know nothing is going to happen. It's fun and nice and I had a serious hunch that if my wife caught sight of Stacy, she'd change her mind about renting the apartment. The house just wasn't big enough for temptation like that and no woman ever really trusts her husband, not enough to let a beautiful coed share her kitchen.

So I was just getting a good look, that's all. Locking Stacy away in my memory along with all the other women I'd seen but couldn't have. The girl did her part, believe me, with her eyes and that smile. Jesus. I wondered if she practiced those looks in a mirror or something. More than her sexy body, or even her beautiful face, Stacy possessed an attitude, a countenance that just made you want to throw her down on the floor and…